3735/The Problem With Stalking Dangerous Men

The Problem With Stalking Dangerous Men
Date of Scene:	26 January 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Jessica Jones, Daken, Singh, Savage Dragon, Claire Temple

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Jessica Jones has posed:
Alias Investigations take on all manner of cases, after all something needs to pay for all the volumes of whiskey that the chief investigator consumes. At times a shady request has to be considered purely for funds, it's not like Jessica is an angel of superior morals. She does what she needs to get by, and sometimes the less righteous jobs carry the heavier sums of cash.

That's how she's come about the Upper East Side, carrying her camera around her neck, which she keeps mostly hidden in a long black trench coat she's wearing. Shades over her eyes, as she keeps a good distance from a rather affluent looking guy in a suit, on his way to the Hellfire Club no less. Every now and then she snaps a photo, making note of the route he takes, people he meets along the way, subtle exchanges most would tend to disregard.

She thinks it's no different from any other case, and her target is none the wiser, that is until all of a sudden a group of goons--well dressed ones mind you--step out of an alley and block her path. "Hey there, little lady, you wouldn't happen to be following our dear friend over there, are you?" They ask while spreading to block the entire street, and as she shifts, they shift along with her. Making it clear she'll need to go through them to continue, "now give us the camera."

Jessica mutters a muffled curse word, and takes a few steps back, glowering at the idiots who decided to ruin her day. "I'm on public property, whoever you clowns are, you don't own the street and I have a right to take picture of the spectacular pavement which is unlike any other..."

Daken has posed:
Daken was just sitting on the side of the street, looking like a homeless guy. Well, a really well-trimmed and put together homeless guy. He wears simple clothes, a long trench coat with fur along the neck, black fingerless gloves, red T shirt, black jeans, combat boots. Simple wear right? Nobody would suspect him to be doing anything. He sits at his usual spot on that particular road, which causes nobody to really suspect him of anything as he sips from a beer bottle.

Though clearly not intoxicated (he literally can't get drunk...sadness), Daken lifts those sharp eyes of his to those goons as they start to block off and attempt to corner the strange woman who he totally doesn't know. "right..." he mumbles as the heir of wolverine stands up, walking on over to the group in question. "Hey...she's alright, why you giving her trouble for? leth er pass..." though they could totally think of him just as a drunk who's feeling nice today.

Regardless, it's clear he's trying to help Jessica. A simple glance to the woman that lingers for only two seconds make that obvious as he tries to convince 'em. "She's right..it's a public street and I'm sure she means no trouble by you boys." patience isn't his strongest suit though....

Singh has posed:
Ahh. Finally an actual assignment! Agent Singh had been itching for an actual mission for a while. Between Basic and regular training, She's had the itch to get into the field for a while. Her assignment? To gather intel on a prospective domestic terrorist. She's got her training, a gun and a camera and her phone. Everything the new agent could need.

Tonight has brought her the upper East Side. The person she was looking for was crashing in one of the high end appartments. How is she approaching this one? Well she's dressed in a rather naughty looking outfit covered with dark trenchcoat. A handbag on her shoulder holding everything she could need.

As she moves to the appartment complex, her gaze shifts to the trouble stirring. She takes a deep breath, "Damn." If she gets involved her target is going to rabbit. If she doesn't get involved, an innocent is going to get hurt. Its going to need sorted in either a non-violent way or out of sight from this building. She takes a deep breath as she moves toward there. "Hello there. It looks like you are wanting to have a little party out here. Maybe I could convince you to maybe hit the bar around the corner?" She asks with a very flirtacious smile.

Jessica Jones has posed:
Looks like Daken doesn't quite have the infamy that Logan has States side, at least not with these goons, and to be honest some idiots actually don't know Logan either. In the case of these classy dressed goons, 4 keep ensuring Jessica doesn't have an escape route, while 2 turn to take note of Daken. "Listen buddy, why don't you go back to your drinks or drugs, or whatever's your poison, and don't stick your nose where it doesn't belong, okay? Might be good for your health." Sage advice from people who rate themselves as pretty tough.

Then comes Ginger. Well, Agent Singh, but they don't know that, so 2 more of the goons turn to her, snorting, "listen, sweet cheeks, it's enough that one lady is getting in trouble this evening, you don't want to join her, do you?"

The two remaining close in on Jessica, reaching to grab her arms, which she lets them do to let them feel in control. "You got a smart mouth on you, you know that? How about we smash your camera on the pavement, make it more pretty, huh? There's no public territory when you're in the Hellfire Club's vicinity. Please stop following Mr. Davis, before we'll have to rearrange your face."

Jessica just groans at the threat, "you're already bringing up all sorts of attention. I'm pretty sure someone already called the cops, don't care how much money you got to seal holes...police attention will damage business for tonight, won't it?"

Daken has posed:
Daken seems to sigh a moment and actually lifts up a single finger as if to shush the man talking to him. "One moment." he takes about a five second chug of his beer until it's well and empty before he gasps due to taking in air again. "man, that was good." then he tries to cheap shot one of the goons on him, smashing the battle right into his face. Then looking to the other one, attempting to kick him in the groin. Hopefully two down!

"Now now...that's no way to treat a lady..." though he looks then to Ginger. Wow, she's pretty. Right then.

Singh has posed:
"Sweet Cheeks?" the young agent looks at them and just glances up. "Do me a favor, when you get your asses handed to you tonight, would you mind doing so quietly? I got a party to get to and the last thing I want to do is ruin the fun my client is going to have with me."

She smiles and takes off her jacket revealing just how she looks. She is wearing a Latex dress done in purple. A pair of belts can just barely be seen on her thigh but only if someone is looking. There are no sleeves on this dress. It is actually really hot to look at though.

With that she takes a fighting stance. "Okay then. Whose first." The younger girl is ready to fight.

Savage Dragon has posed:
Savage Dragon's had a hell of a week, each lead to doing anything productive against one Selene Gallio and her Hellfire Club expansion on through even the Triad has been met with walls, tape and the run around. It's from car to foot hes stomping. The burly green skinned, green finned and emerald eyed cop in NYPD blues is frowning, a glower that has his brow curling over his noise enough to make him look more than usual frightening to the unaccustomed.

Not present with the others or aware of the scuffle hes here looking for more leads only to hear the sounds, with this being New York? It could be anything. There is no rush for the man as he strides his long-legged strut a block away.

Jessica Jones has posed:
The two goons facing Daken look quite surprised at his defiant and outright disrespectful manner, the guy who was talking moves forward to smack the beer off of his hand as he disrespects him by not only shushing him while threatened, but also by drinking in a chill as fuck manner to his face. "Some tart with a camera taking pics of Mr. Davis, is not a lady, she's trash, and we throw out the trash, got it?" As if to emphasizes his poiint he draws out a knife. On Daken. He might just live to regret it, if he's lucky.

When Ginger takes off her jackets, the two goons facing her stare, quite shamelessly oogling, "hey, we mean no offense, hot stuff...with a bod like that and a sense of style you got, we might actually have a gig to offer you. We bet you it pays more than whatever party you've got planned." But then she confuses them by assuming a fighting stance, and they just laugh at her, "what? You really want us to spank you?"

The beauty of Ginger's gesture, is that it also steals the attention of the two goons holding on to Jessica's hands, who also turn to oogle her very directly. Unfortunately for them, ignoring Jessica entirely as a snooping reporter in over her head, turns out to be a mistake, because those arms they think they are holding? Well, they get closer together real quick, and their heads wind up knocked into one another, knocking them out hard.

Coincidentally this leaves two facing Daken, two facing Agent Singh, and two seemingly out of the game.

"Thanks for the assist," Jessica calls out to Agent Singh, before a flash goes off, drawing attention to Jess from the two who were looking at Singh, "are you for real!?" They shout, "you really want us to break that camera, don't you?" They forget about the sexy lady playing games and start to stomp threateningly towards Jessica, who just keeps taking pictures, "can you make the 'idiots about to beat up a girl' more realistic for me? You're not selling it enough guys," Jess taunts them.

Daken has posed:
Daken is the most chill man in this whole area right now, despite the violence obviously creeping towards the women. Though when his beer is slapped out of his hand, he looks at it. "...that is an awful waste of good vodka..." a look then to the man as he starts talking, with Daken starting to yawn. "...jesus, Edgar Allen Poe has more excitement in his lard leavened thigh than you have in a threat..." he looks at the knife. "You can try...though I could use the rest." he cracks his neck then before the adamantium claws spurt out of his knuckles and wrist. "Okay...who's first?" and he wastes no time trying to slice them both down. Not lethally of course...but it's not exactly the most...PG-13 of sights.

Singh has posed:
Ginger smirks as they look at her. "Oh no. You asked me if I wanted to join her so." Its on! She moves quickly using martial arts to knock down the first guy. She's quick enough. Not a speedster or anything but she is pretty light on her feet. She quickly decks the second one. She's stronger then she looks really. Like someone who actually trained to fight.

She quickly drops and puts the first guys lights out before her attention locks on the second guy, "Run, Sweet Cheeks."

Savage Dragon has posed:
It's a chorus of talking, taunts and fighting that Dragon rounds the corner to, the trio engaged in a street brawl with numbers against them, though that means nothing. Not the kind of guy to just barge in... thats lie, maybe it's Dragons mood though but... hands find his hips and he stands there watching, they'll eventually notice the green cop the width of a wall eventually. For now, this is a bit of entertainment before he has to use his voice. It's not that hes being absolutely lazy or withdrawn, no, hes curious and keeping an eye out.

Even beginning to lift his radio off the latch on his shirt to start reporting it in, which consists of him just thumbing the button and not doing a damn thing yet.

Jessica Jones has posed:
When the guy with the arm gets literally disarmed, he doesn't linger to get anymore of Daken, turns out Daken read him correctly. He's great at bullying those weaker than him, he's the first to escape at a real threat. His buddy in the meantime is undettered, and though he gets cut quite severally in his side, he tries to take out a gun and shoot down Daken. He's not about to try a knife with that crazy guy who just took his boss' arm.

Ginger really has it easy when Jessica's flash distracts the two who were already disregarding her as anything but a plaything, the first guy is knocked out to no tomorrow. The second at least has enough time to turn around, turns out he is actually better than his downed buddy, because he can take a punch, and a kick. Turns out he's an actual fighter, or brawler, judging by the complete lack of grace as he fends Ginger's strikes before trying to charge her to ram her against the wall of the building. "You just made a big mistake bitch!"

Jessica for her part continues snapping pictures. "Congratulations, now you've upgraded to Aggravated Assault, and I got the evidence right here."

That bit of taunting gets the hapless goon to stop mid-charge, suddenly realizing how dangerous for him it would be to smash that pretty lady to death. But that doesn't only leave him open to some more butt kicking courtesy of Agent Singh, it also makes him aware of Daken being ridiculously dangerous, and the fact that it's just a very very bad idea to be there. His hands start to go up, "I didn't do anything...I give up."

Daken has posed:
Daken cracks his neck slightly after he cuts off the boss's arm, only for the other one to pull out a gun. "Well, be sure to aim for the-" and he stands there as the man unloads on him completely, simply growling after the fact as it appears to have done literally nothing to Daken. "..head." a crack of his neck then as bullets just push back out to the floor, his healing factor almost instant. almost. he approaches the gunman, impaling him through his gun arm...then attempts to slice off his leg at the knee.

What? can't fight if you can't walk. I mean...he could crawl away and attempt to bite Daken to death...but that seems highly unlikely, given the circumstances.

Singh has posed:
The Hindi girl is ready to take the hit. She's actually bracing herself for it but then he stops. With a quick move she darts out from between him and the wall. "Oh.. You give up? After calling me a bitch? I should finish ya off for that but, I think I will accept your offer." She kicks him in the back of the knees, knocking him down to a kneeling position."

With that she looks around, trying to find her purse. She spots it over by Daken. "Hey, Little help? Could ya toss me by bag please?" She asks as she keeps watch on the guy.

Savage Dragon has posed:
Standing by and playing patient observor ends when limbs start to get flayed off, Dragon actually lunging forward to grab out at Daken's attempted leg slice. He's superhumanly strong and faster than a person his size should be.
"Oooh kay, I want to go ahead make it clear this has to stop. You just kicked the fun little party brawl on the streets to a level of 'oh shit'. "

If he does manage to grab Daken he'll thrust him away from the downed man, kneeling to grip down on his limb, a request for an ambulance, no - two is tossed out.

"Everybody lower your weapons and back away from eachother!" The fin-headed green cop is now shouting, his voice booming loudly.
"No, no more finishing off anyone, please... " He says to Ginger. Both of his overlarge hands out wide, palms open as if hes warding back traffic or invisible NFL linemen.

Jessica Jones has posed:
There's little doubt that a goon hired to scare snoopy civillians is no match to Daken, as he finds out quite quickly himself, falling apart in agony, screaming in pain and looking very much defeated. Unfortunately, his gun falls on the ground and lets out another shot that winds up hitting Jessica Jones in a spectacularly terrible bout of luck.

"Ooooh shit! Shit! Shit!" Jessica curses as she gets shot in the leg and collapses on the ground. Luckily her camera was strapped around her neck and survives the fall.

The one goon left standing who just had a change of heart in realizing how deep he is, was half way to giving up, but his idea of pulling a gun and shooting up all around him is cut short with Agent Singh's well placed kick sending him crushing down in a kneeling position. "Fuck you," he snaps at Ginger, but doesn't dare do anything else, he knows he could very well die. He for once, is very happy to see there's a cop in the area, as he cries out, "I want a lawyer! I want a lawyer!"

Jessicain the meantime, writhes in pain on the pavement, reaching for her phone and texts Claire, <<you wouldn't happen to be free to care for a gunshot wound? attached: gps location>>

Claire Temple has posed:
In her apartment in Hell's Kitchen, Claire Temple is sitting down to start devouring a batch of popcorn over a recent DVD release when her phone buzzes. She takes a deep breath and yanks it from the end table on which she'd abandoned it, and she shakes her head. "Damn it, Jess," she mutters as she taps in a quick <<OK>> and goes for her kit. She hurries out her front door, movie and popcorn long since forgotten.

Daken has posed:
Daken was just seconds from making sure this man was confined to a crutch or wheelchair for the rest of his life before a GREEN FUCKING DINOSAUR showed up and shoved him away, Daken entering a defensive position with adamantium claws bare. "..then tell him not to open fire on a humble civilian." the claws retract back into his forearms and wrists, the wounds caused by them on Daken's body healing as fast as they had disappeared. Leaving dino alone to look at Jessica...until Ginger gets his attention. He picked up the purse on the way over, he looks her over and hands it to her as he passes. "Here you go." pretty casually.

Then he kneels next to Jessica as she chills there on the ground "Well...you're not gonna die, that's for sure. Sorry about that." because Daken is way too chill for his own good.

Singh has posed:
Ginger Singh reaches into her bag and pulls out a zip tie. With a quick motion she ties the thugs hands behind her back. Then she gives a little sigh. "You see, you've got a very big problem. Much bigger then the NYPD. Read this." She gets out her SHIELD ID and puts it in the guys face. "Your actions interfered with a mission. I asked you to walk away, to go get a drink. I'd have given you money for that but, you and your friends wanted to be jackasses." She snaps her ID away from him. "So... Be a good little thug and shut up."

With that she looks over at the Dragon. "Here, Gift for you. Gift wrapped and everything." She sighs and realizes someone fired off a round. Her attention goes up to the building. The lights are on and that isn't a good sign. "Dammit." She gives a sigh and realizes the guy is rabbiting. So much for this plan. She will have to back off and get a bead on him a little later.

Quietly she walks over to Jessica. "Are you alright? Do you need a hand?" She is already fishing in her purse to pull out a small first aid kit and offers it to her.

Savage Dragon has posed:
"Yeah, working on that." Dragon replies to confirmed casual butcher: Daken giving him a look at the resheathing of his blades his attention then shifting away...
"You, jackass, you have the right to remain silent and your lawyer will speak to you once we these people are taken care of." The green cop barks at the man demanding his rights. About to instruct someone to help out Jessica he stops himself, the woman being tended.

"What a serious clusterfuck... " Savage Dragon gripes, "Don't worry ma'am, an ambulance or three are on their way." He promises Jess. Meanwhile clutching the impaled arm of the gunman, tightly.

"You're likely all going to need to remain here and answer some questions... all of you."

"A badge... oh fun, SHIELD? Fan-fucking-tastic. This is no gift, lady, this is my night gone and now chalk full of paperwork." Emerald eyes level on Ginger until shes busied herself. He is just waiting now, keeping the peace. How nice vigilantes have it, they can just rush off in a cloud of smoke or fly away no fuss no muss...

Jessica Jones has posed:
"I'm not gonna die!? FUCK YOU I'm not gonna die!" Jess doesn't like getting shot, and she likes even less being told it's no big deal while she's busy cursing her cruel fate for getting shot in the first place. Duking it out old school is so much more honorable, and so much easier for Jess when she can tilt the encounter in her favor. Guns are just cheating! "This hurts, ok?" She snaps at Daken, "I don't even have any whiskey on me..." which clearly makes it worse. Erm...disinfecting the wound was obviously on her mind.

The remaining goon who wasn't knocked out, fled or bested to oblivion, finds himself wishing today wasn't his shift. Grumbling and muttering under his breath when the floozy flashes him a SHIELD ID. What kind of agents do they even hire there? Is that what SHIELD all is? Sex parties on the citizens' dime? And they call him a criminal...such a travesty. But at least he's smart enough not to voice all that. He's already in a world of trouble as it is.

When Ginger approaches her to ask if she needs help, Jessica waves her off with a hand, "it's okay, it's taken care of...my help is on the way." At least there's Savage's comments to cheer her up a bit, as she outright laughs while he bemoans his night full of paperwork, "that's why you wanna shift and be a P.I. man, far less paperwork, and you make your hours any way you like'em. Other than that bullet wound, I feel like a champ every night. I swear." So she's lying. Not the first time Jess done that.

Claire Temple has posed:
Claire is fairly bouncing in the subway car on the way here, willing the damn thing to make a lot better time than usual. When it finally stops, she rushes out the door and sprints her way up the tunnel ramp to get to the GPS coordinates, and... oh.
Claire likes to think she's seen just about everything she needs to see in this world, what with the assorted undead ninjas and various superpowers around, but she's never really laid eyes on scaly lizard-men with claws. Not without being under the influence, anyway. She shakes her head and gives the other two people on the scene a cursory glance. She sighs. Well, blood's not dripping from them at the moment...
"Damn it, Jess," she says loudly enough for all to hear as she strides forward, dropping her bag before looking around again. "You'd better have a good reason for this," she says, glaring all around before she pulls open the zipper.

Daken has posed:
Daken pulls out one of the bullets he decided to keep. "Don't complain..I got shot more than once." gosh, crybaby. Though he didn't say that outloud since she probably packs a wallop and he already lost -one- bottle of vodka...which is just sad in and of itself. Cue the tears. Then he sees Clair show up, assuming that she's a medic, he stands up and lets Claire do her duty. "Hm...now then..where did these guys come from.." he looks around as he mumbles to himself...looking for mr. whatshisfacesincehedoesn'tknowwhoheis. quite the surname.

Then he notices that Ginger is SHIELD...which is always a fun time. So he just starts to whistle and head down on his merry way....nope! no questions for Daken. "Pass." he says to the dragon-dinosaur dude.

Singh has posed:
Ginger Singh grabs her coat and puts it back on. "I get how bad paperwork is. Now let me tell you how fubar my night is. Because some jackass had to use a gun, my assignment just went tits up. It took me all week to track a real threat down only to have it interrupted because dipshit over there decided he had an itchy trigger finger. Now I am going to have to explain to my superiors why I need more time to do an easy case. All because one dipshit decided he needed to play cowboy."

She sighs. "I need a freaking cup of coffee with a little irish in it. Thank Gods I don't adhear to the no alcohol thing!" She sighs and just rubs her head.

Savage Dragon has posed:
"You need to remain here." Dragon says loudly after Daken, it's not exactly as though he can give pursuit though while he is holding the blood spouting arm of the gunman, it's the seal and pressure he has on that limb thats likely keeping the man from flooding the streets with his life fluid, "HEY get back here!"

"Anyone know him?" He asks the others present, Savage's time in New York so far... so fail. Listening to Ginger the green cop clears his throat, "You were here the whole time? Maybe you can help expediate some of this and fill out a report. Possibly also shoot that guy who is escaping in the kneecap and arrest him too. " Does he mean Daken? Yes he does.

Claire gets a look and a nod, she clearly know what shes doing or appears very confident at the very least.

Jessica Jones has posed:
"There she is..." Jessica announces, likely spotting Claire before anyone else because she knows to expect her. And sure enough, she gets a 'dammnit Jess', even though she did nothing wrong. "Look, Claire, there were freaks all around jumping up goons. They meant well, but this idiot was slicing an arm off a gun wielder, and guess what? Guns that fall on the ground, with the fucking safety off, tend to shoot in ways nobody can expect. So, yeah, guilty as charged..." she groans as she finishes her regaling tale to Claire, apparently not minding what others around may make of her.

"By the way, Claire, that idiot right there," Jessica points outright at Daken, "yeah, the one telling me not to complain, he's the at fault for me getting shot. Just so we're clear."

"Let me help you with that, Agent Lady," Jess calls out at Ginger, clearly not bothering recalling any names that may or may not have been offered, "you ain't got a dick between your legs, so whatever you tell'em about tonight? Congratulations, it was your fault. You're not good enough, why couldn't you take dancing or modelling like every other chick, am I in the ballpark?" Jessica never worked for SHIELD, but she's been around cops, she's been around agents, most of them are pigs. She's no doubt Ginger got screwed big time on whatever assignment she was running here.

When Savage asks if anyone knows Daken, Jessica raises a hand while Claire is looking after the gun wound in her leg, "I think his name was Mr. Fucking Knives In My Hands. I bet he doesn't have a cell phone."

Daken has posed:
Though Daken can hear the...rather provocative words being said about him with his enhanced senses, he simply lights a cigarette and keeps on walking, humming a song that may be related to a japanese haiku. Eventually he flicks the cigarette away from him, puts his hands in his pockets, and keeps moving...though noticeably he was following the trail he may have picked up on Jessica's mystery man.....regardless, he doesn not stop for anyone!

Claire Temple has posed:
It's not that Claire doubts what Jessica says. Not at all. It's more that she's grimly amazed at Jess' absolutely shit luck at being the catcher for the unlucky bullet. "Jones, you just can't win," she mutters as she rips open a few gauze packets to start clearing some blood from the surface of the wound. She prods lightly around the site, noting some resistance from the little, malformed chunk of metal still in place in the muscle. She nods grimly. "This is going to hurt and make a mess on the way out," she notes. "You sure you want me doing this here, or do you want a real hospital with, y'know, anesthetics?"

"Hey," she says, giving a shout over her shoulder. "Shouldn't you be running down Knives-for-Fingers, or something? I mean, if he's doing this kind of shit, he's NYPD's problem, isn't he?" she asks as she reaches for her forceps and a bottle of disinfectant.

Singh has posed:
Ginger Singh blinks, "You want me to shoot the guy who had claws extend from his hands and then retract without so much as a drop of blood? For that to happen he's got a healing factor. In other words. We shoot him, we're just gonna piss him off."

She sighs, "I can't give a report but I can give you an anonymous statement from someone who was present during the altercation. A group of thugs decided to attempt jumping an innocent photographer. Two additional people stepped in to offer assistance. Things were mostly a fist fight until someone got out a gun and shot the innocent photographer. I'm sure this guy will validate this story. Am I right?" She asks looking at the bound thug. The girls brown eyes give a stern warning.

Finally she turns her attention to Jessica. "With the Police? Meh You're probably right. That is why I won't fill out a report. Besides, I'd rather not be on the radar if I can help it. If I am seen actively aiding the police, my cover is blown. Right now I'm simply a helpful bystandard." She smiles as her eyes catch something. Maybe her night isn't completely blown. "If you would excuse me." She moves to the steps near the apartment complex she's been watching and she simply waits. The door opens and a blonde haired blue eyed man steps out, glaring at the cop present and just sneering at the mess that has been made. "Alaric Shmidt?" She smiles and steps closer. "You friends decided to purchase my time for you. Trust me, baby. I am worth every penny." She seductively opens her coat giving the man a look which he is more then thrilled over.

Savage Dragon has posed:
"PI, yeah? Smart call. Some day I'll grow half a brain, a fouler mouth and do just that." Dragon replies to Jessica, "Fit right in then." His voice dropping lower, he has to admit, shes colorful in her speech, its entertaining. Daken's unlikely to get caught but there will be a police sketch circulating and a written report tacked to 'Mr.FuckingKnifeHands' -

Questions are asked, stored away, made to sit in there to be written down later. Dragon will linger long enough to make sure everyone is booked that should be, do what he has to and then he's on his way; entirely off course from what he had initially intended. Which was put out more feelers for Selene Gallio's operations leading in and out of M-Town.

"I would love to do just that if you want to come and seal this guys arm up for me?" Claire gets tossed back at her from Savage.

Ginger's explaination gets a mouth drop, his white sharp teeth showing briefly before his mouth closes, he actually scoffs when she says helpful bystander.

"I knew I should have took the next street down and NOT this one."

Jessica Jones has posed:
"Tell me about it," Jessica groans, shaking her head and looking up at the skies, "you happy, god? Anything else you wanna toss my way while you're at it?" Jessica looks over at Claire, "I guess you'd recommend a hospital?" She asks, weighing in on that, "think you can sneak me in and out of one? Because I don't want all the paperwork hastle. IF we can't avoid that shit, just do it here, I'll take the pain. Fuck anesthetics."

The poor thug who got left behind just winces as he nods along to Ginger's suggestion, "yes, it happened just like that, Officer," he grimaces. Just let him get out of this one alive, and he'll never do this shit again. Mostly. Unless it was really absolutely necessary.

When Savage gives his two cents on what it takes to be a PI, Jessica snorts, "yeah, just like being a cop is all coffee and donuts, right?"

Claire Temple has posed:
Claire shrugs with a sigh. "I think I need a paperwork-free clinic for this kind of shit," Claire says at length as she finishes making the forceps as clean as they're going to be. "Maybe stock it with some anesthesia, an autoclave..." she mutters as she gives Jess an appraising look before sticking the instrument into her leg to extract the bullet. There's a light *squelch* when the damned little mushroom pulls out of the wound, and Claire is pressing in with packing gauze.

"Look, I can't save an amputee," she says to the Dragon. "He's got to get to the hospital or a morgue, because cuts and bullets are as far as that bag goes." She scowls at Jessica as she digs around for a packet of sutures. "You call me for cuts before the end of the night, and I'll see to it that your liquor cabinet gets replaced with watered-down gatorade for a month."

Savage Dragon has posed:
"Yeah, an ambulance is supposed to be on the way. I'm still figuring out the response times in this city." Dragon says, his belt is being yanked off and slid over the guys arm to tighten on, wrapping there in a fast snare.

"I love both of those things." He says calmly to Jessica Jones, all serious like with the donuts and coffee chatter, "Just hang in there." Dragon tells the man he is now walking away from. Ginger is gone it would appear, off doing the rest of her SHIELD mission, "I'm not a paramedic, thats the best I can do, hopefully he lasts." Claire is informed quietly, low enough the man won't overhear them.

Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica gets quiet all of a sudden, not because she had a change of heart, but because she can feel what Claire is about to do. She really bites hard on her lip, not wanting to cry out all pathetic like while Claire gets the bullet out and treats the wound area. Jess does punch the pavement a bit while biting on her lip, cracking the cement pretty good inadvertantly, but at least she doesn't scream like a pussy. Nailed it like a hero, Doc better get her a sticker for this performance. "Goddamnit, Claire, that's not funny! Don't ever say that when Matt is close enough to hear..." as an after thought to her own statement, Jessica spits out, "fuck me sideways, he probably heard already, didn't he?"